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Gold is cold  . . . but it
can buy you heat

Silver will tarnish
your soul

It's only life
The only one you have

Take the wild
it will refresh your flesh

Never take more than what you are . . .
or want to be

Giants rule the world
of beanstalks

Live in castles in the sky

Harbor fields of gold

And are never satisfied

My little is greater than what they have to lose
is often rotten inside.
Shiny red with golden highlights,
hanging by a thread
glistening moonlight.

You take a bite
and you wince.
You kissed a frog
not the prince.
Bubble child
a pretty fragile thing
of pinks and blues
and other multicoloured hues
we watched you
with delight
in skipping dancing floating flight
the wind changed
and we moved on
I turned to look
but you were gone
scavenger bride,
she counted periods
before the children came along,
but never suspected
eyes like bottles
beginning to blue,
a tangle of scars
hermetically sealed,
the new order of
a broken romance,
dead love cassettes
in the glove compartment,

her cold and empty
constellations,
like cold breath
passing through a beam of sunlight,
grid of points, pendulums,
the ratio of freckles to stars,
no subtle countenance,
martinis and bikinis,
soft ******* and ice cream,
slight, elusive things, on a beach
with no more meaning,

the repeating pattern of
her mistakes and reliefs,
a preservation of decay,
sustained by the tiny
human fault line
in that oneiric hinterland,
between dreaming and waking,

she draws around the noise
and the clearings,
she creates within that sightline
the way her sadness can feel
comfortable,
an extension of loss that turns
her ruins into a home.
What's done,
          been done.
              What happened,
                         has happened
                               What you do,
                                       is up to you.
 Aug 2022 Chuck Kean
ymmiJ
I lost time and didn't even miss it.
I found truth and adore it.
In time you too will find truth
and it will set you free
 Aug 2022 Chuck Kean
Grace E
Perhaps she was a sunrise
Perhaps she was comparable to dawn
A new beginning, bursting with promise
And so much possibilities,
But she became what all days become
Full of duty and obligation and work
She became another thing to check off your list

But me, darling,
I shall be your night
Refreshing, calm, perhaps a bit disorienting
But so deep and dazzling
So wildly uninhibited
Drenched in silvery starlight
Far away from the prying, judgmental eyes of daylight
A safe haven to explore every fantasy locked away from the sun drenched world
Let me be your starlight
 Aug 2022 Chuck Kean
Lillian May
miles and miles and miles
of blue ocean and all her secrets
places no one will see or touch
even her own inhabitants dare not reach her depths
many are too afraid to look

God only knows, only sees
God only knows how many of those secrets
are folded up in her waves

perhaps He has a name for each
perhaps they take up some space in His mind
perhaps God sits in heaven,
watching the tide roll in with us,
takes deep, salty breaths with us,
and full contented smiles.

waves crash, a hello
from the far-off reaches of the world
from those little unknown places
those terrible depths
just between the sea and God
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